Disclaimer: Ya. I own the Clique. And that's why I'm on FanFiction and not working on P.S. I LOATHE YOU. Srsly, guys.
"Rate me, Bean," twelve-year-old Massie Block said as she turned to face her full-length mirror. She was looking very boarding-school chic in a white Oxford and pink-and-white seer-sucker skirt. Her brunette locks fell in glossy curls and were held in place with a pink satin headband, a la Blair Waldorf. All in all, it was the perfect back-to-school ensemble.
The little black pug wagged her tail and barked nine times.
"Only a nine?" Massie frowned at her reflection. "I need to be a ten for the first day of school. What am I missing?"
Bean scurried across the room to Massie's bedside table, where her Tiffany's charm bracelet still lay from when she had taken it off before going to bed the night before.
"Ehmagawd! How could I have forgotten my charm bracelet?" She padded across the room in her vintage white Chanel ballet flats and fastened it to her wrist. "You're a lifesaver, Bean."
"Massie?" came her mother's voice over the intercom. "Isaac wants to leave in five minutes."
"Kay, Mom!" Massie chirped as she pressed the SPEAK button on the tiny white box. It matched the rest of the all white décor. (Massie had modeled the room after a hotel suite she had once stayed in.) When she emailed her friends back in Westchester pictures of her new bedroom, they had jokingly dubbed it the iPad. Massie sighed. Just thinking of her friends made her homesick. When her parents announced that they were moving to Orlando, Florida—also known as O-Town, land of tacky tourists—Massie hadn't exactly handled the news well. No matter how much she pouted, pleaded, begged, screamed, and cried, however, William and Kendra hadn't budged. They were moving. End of discussion.
Massie glanced in the mirror and applied another coat of Glossip Girl candy apple flavored lip gloss. One could never be too prepared. On her way out the door she grabbed her oversize silver Coach hobo off the back of her desk chair. Forget that she was headed to the horror that was public school. Forget that she was now living in Orlando, Florida. And forget the fact that the only friends she had were miles and miles away. Massie Block would make every girl want to be her, just like she always had.